#trigun rareship week

[maomango-doodle]

"And I hope you die, I hope we both die."

(Lyrics : No children by The Mountain Goats)

[creepycoffins]

sugar and spice

crimsonfang for trigun rareship week!! last day prompt was sugar and spice (ideal for their personalities tbh!!)

I just think they're neat and maybe they should date

[imruruo]

dk what possessed me... meryl/knives ............. Rareship Week Day 6: "I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door" ("Eden" Hozier)

[catwafers]

okay this was SUPPOSED to be for @trigunrareshipweek but it kinda got away from me (as if i ever had it in the first place) and it took... a lot longer than i anticipated to finish... LOL

notes + extra under the cut

vash's thought process was something like, "he hates my guts, of course he wouldn't want to kiss me!" but he didn't really think it through like at all

the kisses are chaste because if legato had used his long-ass tongue vash would have pulled away out of surprise and the game would have ended early... LOL

that said i think if they weren't interrupted they could have gotten to that point

here's a doodle of them actually kissing with tongue because i kept looking at my own art and thinking they should and i couldn't stand it anymore

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The prompt lists for the Trigun Rareship Week 2023 are officially out!

For each day of the weak, you can pick a prompt from one of the three lists, or combine two or more prompts from the same day for your contribution.

You can stick to the prompts provided as closely as you'd like, or, alternatively, interpret them in unusual ways! Anything goes!

A transcribed list of the prompts in text form can be found below Read More.

Word Prompts

November 27th

greenery & flowers

November 28th

hurt, comfort & redemption

November 29th

blue skies & celestial bodies

November 30th

past, present & future

December 1st

memory & regret

December 2nd

death & rebirth

December 3rd

sugar & spice

AU Prompts

November 27th

Winged AU

November 28th

Cyberpunk AU

November 29th

Canon Divergent AU

November 30th

Merfolk AU

December 1st

Coffee Shop/Tattoo Artist/Florist AU

December 2nd

Historical AU

December 3rd

Modern AU

Quote Prompts

November 27th

“You are coming down with me - Hand In Unlovable Hand” (No Children, The Mountain Goats)

November 28th

“Don't wake me up - Just leave me there dreaming” (Down By The River, BG3)

November 29th

“I think that I shall never see - A poem lovely as a tree” (Trees, Joyce Kilmer)

November 30th

“My kind companion - softens stone - my gentle giant - painful reminder - don't look in my eyes, I feel a sudden desire” (sudden desire, Hayley Williams)

December 1st

“Tread softly because you tread on my dreams” (Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, W.B. Yeats)

December 2nd

“I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door” (From Eden, Hozier)

December 3rd

“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope.” (Persuasion, Jane Austen)

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Milly tries to enjoy her free afternoon, and thankfully succeeds with a little help from a Plant.

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sorry i'm a day late, but this is my rareship week day 3 "canon divergence" entry !!!! and if i can get my act together i have a little wip for the mermaid au ...... hehe

im loving all the rareship entries thus far !!!

[faestorian]

what if i set up a trigun rareship week tho

what then

[catwafers]

can i interest anybody in t4t crimsonfang... t4t crimsonfang anyone...

meme redraw (original under the cut)

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Trigun Rareship Week is LIVE! Starting out with the triple threat of prompts featured below ❤ We cannot wait to see your contributions!

Remember to tag #trigunrareshipweek or @ us directly in your posts 💖

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okay, this one is staying on tumblr as a wip because it is certainly not close to being a full story, but here is an intro to a millynai mermaid/fantasy au... (fully inspired and essentially cowritten by @noaafishfieldguide)

This is the story's prologue

The entire carpeted hall was empty, free of wandering eyes, and the guards normally stationed at her door were in the middle of switching their posts, which lent itself to be the opportunity Milly needed to escape. 

Gently pushing on her bedroom door to catch a glimpse, the situation in the hallway was exactly as Milly had hoped. 

Carefully slipping through the crack in her door, Milly walked as quickly as possible,  without making a sound, following her often retraced path to the gardens. But tonight she didn't want to linger among the well trimmed hedges or the budding peony plants, despite how lovely they looked in the glow of the lantern light. What she needed was a walk on the bank of the river. Something as refreshing as that was certain to calm her racing mind. 

Normally, she was permitted the freedom she desired to move freely from castle to town and to the surrounding area (and a particular cabin belonging to some beloved friends), but ever since the completely unsolicited announcement of her betrothal earlier that day, Milly had been kept under constant surveillance. 

It was almost like they knew she would be upset at this particular decision.

She huffed in frustration as she picked up her pace, exiting the maze of a garden often tended by her mother (well, her and her team of royal gardeners) at almost sprinting speed. Violently snatching one of the pedestal lamps to help guide her way, Milly continued her march to the river.

"What do they expect after an announcement like that, one that they didn't even run by me," Milly said quietly to herself, the pent up irritation finally coming forth, "They could have at least spoken to me before announcing something so… so…"

Important? Life changing? Devastating?

A bit of guilt panged in her as she realized she really did consider the engagement to be quite devastating. It would alter the course of her entire life, and she wouldn't have a single say, because she was the youngest.

Following the simple worn path down its winding slope, Milly's feet finally came to a halt as she reached the water's edge. A majority of the enormous river that her kingdom was settled along required a dock or man made entrances for a person to safely reach the rushing water, but thankfully her ancestors had constructed the castle near a calm inlet. The water was easy to reach, the sediment was soft, and it was so cold. Milly appreciated the chill as she pulled off her shoes; it distracted her from other less pleasant elements of her life. Like an arranged marriage. To a stranger. Someone her brothers hadn't even decided on yet.

Uncommon anger flared in Milly’s chest.

Beginning what was intended to be a peaceful stroll, Milly's feet marched with more weight than necessary, splashing the freezing water beneath her and up onto her calves. The water probably reached the hem of her silk gown and petticoats, but she didn't have the mind to care about that now.

"Rude brothers who only care about winning the crown," Milly grumbled, "Dumb Royal Court that always sides with them," she kicked her skirt out of the way, "And stupid foreign nations that always need appeasing."

Just trying to rid herself of the annoyance that buzzed around her, Milly stomped hard, water flying and her lantern swinging in her hands. As it waved in the air, the light caught on something that was much brighter than sand; something metallic. It was still a few yards away, and she was amazed her light even reached that far. Perhaps the item itself was glowing, calling out to her from the water's edge.

Curiosity got the better of her (though, she probably would have approached without the additional curiosity anyway) and Milly moved in closer. Lifting the lantern even higher to let the light cast further, her heart sank when she recognized the outline of a person.

"Oh, oh my…" Milly whispered, bunching up her skirts with one hand and rushing over to the body settled in the sand. She flung her shoes to the side and knelt down before the man. The light of her lamp was more ambient than she wished. She had hoped to get a better view, but she didn't need to see the person to know they needed her help; the darkened, wet splotches in the sand now lit by the moon and her light were evidence enough.

After gently nestling the lamp in the soft ground, Milly checked for breathing beneath his nose.

Nothing.

Panic struck her heart, afraid that she was already too late, but the body was still warm to the touch. She placed a hand on the man's bare chest, feeling for movement and searching for any signs of life. 

It was there, just barely, but he was breathing. The soft rise and fall of his chest was barely perceptible. A gentle heart beat snuck through as well: weak but persistent. 

Putting all of her hope and faith into her skills, Milly began a simple incantation, hoping she remembered all the elements correctly. Whispering the correct words (because words were always the easiest for Milly to remember) she watched as a faint pink glow formed around the man, revealing him more fully. Specifically, the identifiable glimmer of his dagger-like earring. Milly gasped.

"His Majesty…" she whispered, and the pressure to heal him increased tenfold. 

Glancing down his frame– now outlined and shimmering– Milly had missed a crucial piece of evidence: the King was still in his mermaid form. If he hadn't automatically changed into his bipedal form yet, then his arrival on the beach must have been just before she found him. The thought brought a bit of relief to Milly's spinning mind and gave her the hope she wasn't too late.

Continuing her work, Milly refocused her mind on the spell. Thankfully, her short little incantation had worked, and King Nai made a small groaning sound. 

Keeping her voice hushed, Milly spoke, "Don't try to strain yourself. I can't see your wounds, but they seem bad."

Completely ignoring her sound logic as the pink glow faded away, the King’s eyes could be seen opening in the dim light. As soon as their gaze met, Milly felt a shift in the air. It was similar to the feeling in Meryl’s home whenever she completed a new potion: magic had been expended. 

Carefully looking back at his lower half, she noticed the lack of scales on his hips and quickly turned back to his face, deeming it a more appropriate target.

The King’s eyes were weary, hardly focusing on anything. Milly noted that they glowed as well; a pale blue color that wasn't as common on the surface

"Your Majesty," Milly said with firmness in her tone.

Those lolling eyes finally locked on her. Then, his brows pulled together.

"Princess?" he croaked.

And then, in the poor light of her lantern, she watched his eyes roll back in his head, the King once again losing consciousness. 

"Ack!" She exclaimed involuntarily, "Your Majesty!"

Milly Thompson was a princess, and she knew when and where to behave. She knew which spoon and fork to used for which salad and soup. She knew how to address the Court and draw up proposals. She even knew the ins and outs of their current political minefield. 

What she did not know was first aid.

Laying both hands on his chest (something she swore she heard was for reanimating an unconscious person when magic wasn't readily available), Milly pushed down hard on the King’s sternum and she heard a grizzly snap. 

Another thing that Milly did not know was her own strength.

Immediately pulling her hands away, Milly clasped them against her chest. Half in part because she didn't want to hurt the King any further, and half because the King had woken up again, except this time he was screaming at her.

He gasped the moment whatever in his chest had snapped, "What are you doing?!" He yelled, then groaned while placing a hand over his ribs. He dragged dark blood along his bare, pristine skin, "I wasn't dead, you idiot. You don't perform compressions when the person's heart is still beating."

His eyes were sharp and critical, directing all of his anger at her, and Milly was having a hard time not shrinking beneath his intensity. It helped that he was still struggling to look at her, his gaze moving in and out of focus with each labored breath.

"You…" he took in a jagged breath, then hissed out his sentence, "You stupid… princess…" 

The mermaid King let out one final curse, then slumped back down in the sand. 

Despite the name calling, frustration, and outright rudeness, Milly knew she couldn't leave this man– this king– to die on the banks of her river, so Milly decided quickly on her next course of action and began undoing the lacing at her back.

Once it was loose enough, Milly stood and slipped the dress off then opened it as wide as possible. Thankfully, she had chosen a dress with a billowing circle skirt that would wrap the man well enough. 

Bending down to the unconscious mermaid, Milly covered him in the pink silk, swaddled it around his naked form, and hoisted him into her arms. He was lighter than she expected a full grown man (fish?) to be, but perhaps that was another aspect of not knowing one's own strength. His head lolled onto her shoulder, thankfully, saving Milly from trying to readjust him by herself.

Quickly, she noticed the slick feeling of blood leaking onto her arms and chills crawled along her skin. She recognized again the weight of the situation and began her brisk walk– barefoot– back to the palace.

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Give it up for day 3, everyone! Remember to tag #trigunrareshipweek in your contributions 💖

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Day four! Remember, you can submit your contributions during the event week or after it has ended, if that fits your schedule better! Make sure to still tag #trigunrareshipweek in your post 💖

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Last day of the Trigun Rareship Week is upon us! We hope you guys are having fun 💕

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Day 2 of Rareship Week is upon us! Remember to tag #trigunrareshipweek or @ us directly in your posts 💖 For written contributions, refer to our AO3 collection ❤

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Happy Friday and happy December 1st! Here are the prompts to start the month off with 💖

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Must.... post for rareship week... but I'm so. Sleeby